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YOU WON'T CATCH ME
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Ha! I see your hidden lobster pot
Down here in the drowned deep blackness of the sea
Oh you may trap some- the unwary ones
But not a canny wise lobster like me.
I am an old codger, like some of you
Sitting there with a pint glass in your hand
Telling tales of your younger wild sea days
To those who crowd close in 'The Lobster Pot'
Eyes growing wider as your stories expand.
The sun dips its evening light across the waves
Spreading warm reflections of gold on the land
But it does not reach me as I explore sea-caves
In my world of seaweed and sand.
You, who tell strange tales of exploits so grand
And you, their followers, who feel safe on dry land
Are you each in your own-made, home-made lobster pot
Or are you living a life that is full and free?
No, I shall not go into your seemingly cosy trap
Not a bold, seafaring lobster like me.
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